I Miss the Miss You Were To Me
I miss who she used to
be to me,
a faithful friend, fair, full
and free.
She is not the queen I
used to know
I cannot find her
gorgeous glow.
I miss how she used to
make me feel,
emotion in motion on a
wild wheel.
She is now a shadow of
her own reality
I can't find her stream of
soothing serenity.
I miss the waves of her
morning kiss
a warm smile in my heart,
her gently bliss,
she is not the Sunshine I
met at dawn,
her memories fade faster
like unkept lawn.
I miss what you meant to
me dear:
a smile, a rainbow, a
sister, a listening ear.
You were to me, a
mysterious damsel,
I miss flying with your
wings, my angel.
I miss this, I miss that but
not your words,
they cut my heart like
smooth swords,
you said that, you say
this, I doubt them now,
I have learnt to love...
who, when and how.
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